*

mouth was set in a grim line, jaw tensed. Was he angry? Was he as confused as he was? One thing was clear though...Damon wanted to pretend that nothing had happened b

ristan. Tristan felt so numb that he couldn't bring himself to decline as he had intended to in the first pla

ka

it?" Caleb stuttered, turning

me here?" Tristan asked q

king closely at his son's blank f

ough the documents and get back

eb answered, beaming as th

stan left his father's office wit

ed himself for his lack of control even as he felt his cock harden in his pants. What the fuck had he gotten himself into, he growled at himself. Thank

omas beamed. "I don't know

n thought. He'd certainly no

*

le. It was two forty-six a.m. He could still see and feel the rich visions and tremors as though he w

drawing his fingers thro

he elevator. And they all ended with him ejaculating in his dreams. He was very worried and irritated because he w

against his. Tristan didn't think he had ever known heat as intense as he'd felt when Damon wrapped his fingers around h

d out of bed and reached for the bo

he edge off. He still ached. He wanted Damon. If there was one thing Tristan knew about himself, it was that he'd never been a co

aving a talk wi

*

Tristan doing there, he wondered. He hadn't even planned on coming to the office that day

asked the young man who was chat

ted to discuss something important with you so

a." Damon admonished lightly and th

ghtly. She knew Damon was not angry at her so she wasn'

towards his office, he gest

he claimed. The little he saw of Tristan, the better. He didn't want to comp

irt he wore as he moved. His jeans hugged his lean hips, accentuating the full bulge between his thighs. Tristan realized to his

self silently, shaking his he

sh office and chose to stand. Then

bout what

it," Damon said in a hard

e, I

d. "I said I don't want to talk about it.

ok a deep breath. Then abruptly turned on his heels and walked out of Damon's office. If he had stood in that office a

Damon slumped into his ch